"The Evans couple killed my grandfather, and you dare appear before me?"

I stared calmly at Robert, saying: "But it was Lucas Thorne who hired my parents, and he also killed them. We have a common enemy."


He suddenly started laughing, stood up, adjusted his collar, "You've come at a perfect time. Three days from now, the Thorne and Blanchett families will hold peace talks. Old man Lucas will attend. I can let you enter the venue as one of my subordinates."

Robert smiled wickedly, "After that, it's all up to your skills. Failure means certain death."

I stood up, taking back the photo.


"Well then," Robert Blanchett made a toasting gesture, "Miss Evans, I wish you success."

Three days later, dressed in a sharply tailored black suit and wearing a communication earpiece, I disguised myself as a silent, efficient bodyguard beside Robert Blanchett. I followed the Blanchett family's convoy as it drove toward the "Hall of Peace"—a meeting hall in the center of Sfortuna used for discussions between major families.


The convoy slowly entered the underground parking garage. We passed through layers of security checks, had all weapons removed, and were finally allowed in.

An excellent assassin doesn't need weapons, or rather, anything can become a weapon.

At this point, I followed the group into a magnificent hall. On the left and right sides of the hall stood the members of the Blanchett family and the Thorne family, respectively.

I immediately spotted that tall figure on the opposite side: Jack Thorne, in an impeccable black suit, wearing black gloves, with his hair slicked back, fully revealing that handsome, dangerous face.

Perhaps sensing my burning gaze, he turned to look at me.

No joke, in that instant I felt like he could have crushed diamonds between his teeth.

I immediately felt guilty and hurriedly shrank behind Robert. Currently posing as a member of the Blanchett family, he shouldn't dare do anything.

The venue was very quiet. At this moment, the meeting host walked to the front and said: "Please, representatives from both families, follow me to the top floor for the meeting. The rest, wait here."

What? We can't enter the meeting room?

I looked at Robert in confusion. Robert shrugged, then joined several Blanchett family members, along with Jack Thorne and others, entering the elevator.

Surveillance cameras were everywhere, making it difficult for me to move freely. But I was puzzled why Robert hadn't informed me earlier that I couldn't enter the meeting room.

During the wait, a sudden explosion erupted from above the venue, shaking the building.

I was shocked: An explosion! How could there be an explosion? Who did it?

At that moment, chaos erupted. Someone fired a shot, and the members in the hall immediately lost control, starting to fight each other, creating a scene of turmoil.

Although I didn't know who planted the bomb or why, the chaos came at the right time.

I took down several people blocking my way and rushed toward the top floor. I had to kill Lucas Thorne before he escaped!

I charged to the top floor, glimpsed the meeting room door, and just as I was about to run past, a hand suddenly pulled me into a room by the roadside.

I quickly grabbed the person's wrist, intending to perform a shoulder throw, but they were incredibly strong and pinned me face-down on a table.

With my back to the person, I couldn't see their face, but I recognized the scent—it was Jack Thorne.

Jesus! It's all over!

Jack Thorne pressed me firmly against the table. His voice, made even more dangerously deep by suppressed rage, came from behind: "Diana Evans—"

Great, he was gritting his teeth.

I tried to resist but couldn't move, so I tentatively asked, "Um, Mr. Thorne, can we talk about this like adults?"

"How dare you show your face to me again?"

"I swear to God, I didn't want to either."

Jack Thorne squeezed my wrist hard: "You didn't want to?" He bent down, pressing against my back, and asked through gritted teeth in my ear: "Why are you with that Blanchett guy? What? Already have your next target?"

"Mr. Thorne, that's none of your business, is it? I'm now with the Blanchett family, so you'd better watch your behavior."

A silence fell behind me. After a while, Jack Thorne released his grip.

I immediately jumped up and turned to face him.

Jack Thorne was covered in dust, his clothes slightly damaged, his forehead bleeding, apparently affected by the explosion earlier.

He glared at me, repeating what I had just said: "With the Blanchett family..."

I felt a murderous aura pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

"With the Blanchett family?" he repeated, his voice low and dangerous, each word like it was wrapped in ice, "What did he give you? Money? Power? Or... did he also make you feel good?"

The last four words were almost whispered against my ear, his hot breath mixed with the smell of blood, sending a shiver down my spine.

I instinctively stepped back, but my back hit the cold wall, leaving nowhere to escape. His arms braced against the wall on either side of me, trapping me in the small space between him and the wall.

"That's none of your business, Mr. Thorne." I forced myself to look directly at him, not wanting to back down.

"You fuceked me..." Jack scoffed, seemingly finding it difficult to say, his neck reddening though his gaze grew fiercer, "And now you have the nerve to go fuck another man??"

His body moved closer, and even through our clothes, I could feel his tense muscles

and burning temperature. The air seemed to thicken, every breath filled with his scent.

"What do you want then?" My heart was pounding like a drum—I just needed to get away from him

quickly to kill Lucas!

"What do I want?" he repeated, his gaze locked on my eyes, then slowly moving down to my chest, which was rising and falling with my rapid breathing, "Tell me, does Robert Blanchett know what you look like when you're beneath me?"

My cheeks instantly burned. "You bastard!"

I tried to push him away, but he easily caught my wrist and pinned it behind me. This position forced me to arch my chest, bringing me even closer to him.

"Bastard?" Jack lowered his head until his nose almost touched mine, his breath scorching, "Compared to a certain female assassin who drugged, kidnapped, and... forcibly defiled an innocent man, who's the real bastard, hmm?"

"Defiled an innocent man?" I was speechless. Although—but—well, fine!

"Shut up." he commanded, his voice growing hoarse. His gaze fell on my lips, his look increasingly hungry.

The gunfire, fighting, and post-explosion commotion outside the hall seemed to become distant background noise. In this dim storage room, time seemed to stand still. Only our heavy breathing intertwined.

His thumb caressed my lips with a heart-stirring touch. I could feel the tension in his body, and a certain part of him that was also on the verge of losing control.

I was stunned. Damn it, was this guy crazy? What did he want to do in this place? People were still fighting and killing outside!

"Diana Evans," he panted, saying, "I want you to take responsibility for me."